Eightball and mjg let's ride lyrics

you know sometimes you have to use a little composure  

 be playa about the situation but this is not the time nigga  

 this is not the time nigga its time to ride its time to ride  

  

 sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low  

 bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe  

 in the streets what the fuck don't nobody play  

 from Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day  

 over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into bricks  

 bitches that be thick be settin' up them tricks  

 gettin' licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich  

 start a business sell a ki pimp a bitch  

 make that switch real niggas flip shit  

 and farm the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch  

 Eight-Ball translation three and a half  

 you not affiliated nigga if you have to ask  

 rich kid a queens nigga a green nigga  

 when I say green nigga all about his cream nigga  

 I suggest invest in a tank and a vest  

 cuz me and all my niggas gone ride  

  

 (Chorus)  

 one time for my real niggas (let's ride)  

 two times for the game its all in your brain  

 man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up  

 i would be the big willy nigga with my feet up  

 but I'm in the field killin' for a meal  

 around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real  

 money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why  

  

 I'm a real ass nigga who I be MJ  

 livin' to handle business every god damn day  

 now who in the fuck be talkin' shit behind my back  

 lookin' to find a hundred and thirty ways to get jacked  

 tie you in the sack procede to pack you off too young  

 yea you brought some pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel  

 I wonder will these fake ass bitches become real  

 hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll  

 should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya  

 and I can tell by the scent in the air I don't wanna meet ya  

 and I don't care if its the motherfuckin' holidays  

 I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me like  

 a big 'ol pimp ass I'll beat 'cha  

 nigga I smash down to take care of killers who spit trash  

 small pounds no limit soldiers we kick cash  

 at the drop of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P  

 tight pass nigga for real trick don't tell me  

  

 (Chorus)  

 one time for my real niggas (let's ride)  

 two times for the game its all in your brain  

 man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up  

 i would be the big willy nigga with my feet up  

 but I'm in the field killin' for a meal  

 around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real  

 money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why  

  

 preacher man could you pray for me cuz I'm about to sin  

 my homicidal poetry killin' again and again  

 T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and made the track  

 a mental picture forms when I fire up a batch  

 of sticky green love controllin' what I'm speakin'  

 sprayin' niggas leavin' niggas layin' up leakin'  

 for weeks and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin'  

 Mj wake 'em up from sleepin'  

  

 I'm creepin' peepin' in your windows  

 smokin' regular now you gonna leave us behind  

  

 we two steps ahead of the competition  

 we leave 'em wishin' upon the moon  

  

 we here with T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the room  

 its that pimp shit that hardcore shit that shit you run from  

 see I ain't got time for this superstlye shit i know where I come from  

  

 ghetto hood ass nigga hard nine if you ever wanna meet  

 me in person I ain't hard to find  

  

 (Chorus)  

 one time for my real niggas (let's ride)  

 two times for the game its all in your brain  

 man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up  

 i would be the big willy nigga with my feet up  

 but I'm in the field killin' for a meal  

 around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real  

 money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why